Arianna's heart skipped a beat as she replied, "In the same place where this farce of a marriage is, stored away in a drawer.”
Rage returned to Enzo's face, but she didn't back down. She had come this far; she was fed up. If he wanted to kill her, she thought, let him do it once and for all.
"You can't take off your rings, much less if you're going out," he scolded, gritting his teeth.
"You don't wear yours," she countered, looking at his hand. He had never worn it. Since they had stepped foot in New York, she hadn't seen him wear it even once.
"It's different."
"Why?" she questioned, poking his chest with her finger. "Because you're a man? Because you can do whatever you want with your life and with your c**k, but I can't?"
"Because it's my brand!" he roared. "Those f*cking rings sh
